Page 14 of Misunderstood Hacker

“She wasn’t upset a second ago. Daisy didn’t disturb her. Daisy doesn’t know what’s wrong.”

I heard Brock cuss underneath his breath. The screen with Axmed’s face on it went black. The only reason Brock would have Axmed’s picture on the monitor was if he thought Axmed was behind the attacks. I wasn’t sure how this information made me feel.

“Daisy, you’re fine. You did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have had Axmed’s picture on display,” Brock replied to Daisy in a panic.

“When Daisy gets upset about the man who tortured her, she throws darts at his face or puts his face on a punching bag. Daisy has a punching bag in her room. Do you want to go punch him? It will be fun.”

Her crazy talk brought me back to the present and made me laugh. “No, I think I’ll be fine. Seeing Axmed’s face was a surprise, is all. Does this mean you figured out who’s after me?” My voice was shaking by the time I had my question out.

Brock wrapped his arms around me tightly. The feeling of being close to him helped tamp down the shock of seeing that man’s face again.

“I was stopping by to let you know Daisy and I are heading up to the apartment. She’s going to help me with my hair and makeup.” I tried to pull out of Brock’s arms so I could head upstairs and get ready.

He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Okay. I will have an outfit waiting for you in the club dressing room. Daisy can take you there afterward.” When he finally released his hold, Daisy and I went upstairs.

Two hours later, I looked like a different person. Daisy had done my hair in loose curls. My makeup was elegant. I felt as though I were attending a ball, not a night at a BDSM club.

“Daisy did a good job. Master Brock is going to like what he sees.”

“Why don’t you do this professionally? You are amazing.” Her talent was astounding. My hair and makeup turned out incredible. Patty and I had hired a lot of makeup and hair artists over the years. None of it compared to Daisy’s work.

Daisy’s shoulders sank in response to my question. She was such a fantastic person, and I wanted to do anything to bring her spirits back. She spoke before I could apologize for what I’d said.

“Daisy was a famous makeup artist. Daisy used to do make up for the top A-list stars in Hollywood. Then, one day, a big-wig producer hired Daisy for a party. I was taken at the party and sold into slavery.”

Daisy had tears running down her face. It broke my heart that anyone would do that to such a sweet person. I wrapped my arms around her, soothing her, hoping to bring some joy back. “Well, you are my new makeup artist and hairstylist. I bet once Patty sees how well you do, she will want your help too.”

“Daisy likes that. We need to go change before we are late and Master Brock comes looking. Daisy wants to be on time so Master John gives her a reward. Daisy likes rewards.”

We headed down to the club’s changing room. It reminded me of any expensive gym changing room. There was a row of lockers, but instead of being made of metal, they were a dark oak. Pink padded chairs sat in front of each locker, and a white couch rested along the wall. Above the couch was a picture of naked women tied to a St. Andrew’s cross.

There was only one other woman in the locker room. She was changing into her clothes for the night. Daisy grabbed my arm and took me in the opposite direction. There was a present on one chair, with my name on it in silver writing.

Inside were a pink-and-black corset and a black short skirt. I had been stressing over the evening’s attire. The clothes in the BDSM lifestyle showed massive amounts of skin. Brock still hadn’t seen the scars on my back or legs. Daisy must have seen my trepidation.

“You will look great in that. Try it on.” Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I forgot about my self-esteem issue.

Once I had the corset and skirt on, I felt okay. It hid some of the scars but not all them. Trying to talk myself back up, I didn’t see the lady from before standing behind us.

“I can’t believe Sam is letting this place turn into a freak show. We already have to deal with Daisy and her scarred-up body and strange personality. Now we have another scarred-up bitch. No wonder your husband cheated on you.”

I didn’t have time to reply before the nasty lady turned and headed for the locker-room door. Daisy had tears in her eyes. I needed to figure out who that lady was. Nobody should talk to people that way.

Daisy had a black robe hanging in her locker. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed Daisy’s hand and tried to pull her toward the door.

“You can’t wear that. Master Brock will be mad.” I could hear the panic in Daisy’s voice.

“I’m going to find Brock and let him know I’m heading upstairs for the night. We are going to find John for you because I know you want your reward for all the good you did today.”

Daisy had a worried look. At least now she didn’t have tears in her eyes. Everything that lady said had brought all my issues to the forefront. There was no way Brock would find me attractive once he saw the scars that lined my back.

Whatever Brock and I might be doing needed to stop now before it got to the next level. I was already beginning to fall in love.

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